Deer in Headlights.
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A cars headlights glow warm. The feeling brings comfort and peace. As a deer, moving feels impossible. Wanting to stay in the warmth is only natural. Soon, the realization of what the headlights bring finally shows. This is my retelling of my COCSA (child on child sexual assault) story. For 3 years, I had been groomed and abused by my cousin a year older. Escape was something that seemed impossible. Until it wasn't. All names will be kept secret for my own privacy and safety.
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